Many of the creations of the Blood Refining Sect gradually melted back into the snow, Xuan Ming put down the clairvoyant mirror he had obtained from Zhou Ming before, and sighed to the snow beside him: "There are really a lot of ghosts and ghosts in this Blood Refining Sect. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info alright, let's go back." ”

The Blood Refining Sect in Yuzhou County is unfathomable, and it seems that it has been entrenched for a long time, and there are many people in the derelict Yuzhou County Government who are afraid that their heads will fall to the ground. But now there are still two things to say about whether there is a county government in Yuzhou, Xuan Ming remembers that the county government of Yuzhou seems to be located in Xuanyuan City?

He glanced north and shook his head.

The horse drove silently back to the vicinity of the Huamian Station. I saw Xuanyuan Muxue, who had followed Feihan Gate before, and Qiu Feng, who had gone nowhere, was commanding three post soldiers to carry the bamboo raft to the river with him.

The Blood Refining Sect swayed and stepped across the river, and in a short period of time it also contributed to the reopening of the disconnected shipping channel between the two banks.

Xuan Ming led the horse and lifted Qiu Feng's hand. The original wooden trestle of the ferry had been half shattered by the Great Poisonous Corpse of the Blood Refining Sect, and the remaining half was also useless. Fortunately, all the people present were the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, and the bamboo raft was not so exquisite.

"Qiu Feng, have you ever contacted my feather flute brother now?"

"Well, he was taken by our people to the ancient city of Zheng Han north of Xuanyuan Hill not long after the fierce battle of Xuanyuan Hill, and he is with our people. ”

"Zheng Han's Ancient City?"

"Hmm. ”

Xuan Ming closed his eyes and thought for a while, only then did he remember that there was indeed a ruin in the easterly place between Xuanyuan Hill and Xuanyuan City, and he had ignored it when he had traveled between the two places without admiring it.

Zheng Han's hometown, but it reminded him of the Xuanyuan Weiwu Marquis who went north, I don't know why he went north, and where he is now. In order to avoid confusion, let's use the ancient city to refer to the old capital of Zheng Han.

"It seems that this ancient city of Zheng Han is still a hiding place. ”

Qiu Feng, who felt that Xuan Ming had something to say, glanced at him and replied: "Cut off the connection between the Imperial Qing Banner cavalry wandering in the hometown of the Yellow Emperor of Xuanyuan Qiu and Xuanyuan City, so that they can be completely annihilated in one battle." ”

"The first battle was completely annihilated, and Feihanmen had a big appetite. Xuan Ming shrugged when he heard this, of course he didn't think it was impossible, he just sighed about the layout of the Feihan Gate.

"The enemy is outnumbered, the enemy is strong and I am weak, and the only way to divide them is to annihilate them. ”

"Wouldn't it be too radical? If the two cavalry of Xuanyuan City and Xuanyuan Hill attack you together, wouldn't it be a catastrophe?"

"Success or failure is only in a thought, how can there be any danger or not danger, only that. Brother Xuanming, do you want to cross the river? I'll cross you. Qiu Feng didn't want to say more, so he opened the topic and asked.

"That's what I mean, I'm in trouble, Qiu Feng. ”

Walking on the bamboo raft with the snow, the two of them were speechless all the way as they watched the bamboo raft break through the broken ice floating on the river and head north.

On the shore, Qiu Feng took out half of the palm-sized bamboo slices, handed them to Xuan Ming, and said, "Brother Xuan Ming, I think you will also go to the ancient city of Zhenghan to look for Chu Yudi, this is the voucher for our flying Han Gate, you can take it with you." ”

The bamboo pieces are painted black, and the character "Han" is engraved in the center, and there is no other ornamentation, so simple that people feel stunned.

Xuan Ming put him away, thanked him slightly, and rode all the way along the bank of the Huamian River to the northwest.

At this time, unlike the boat that was tracking the Blood Refining Sect on the south bank of the Huamian River, what Xuan Ming had to watch out for was no longer the anomaly ahead, but whether there were any cruising Huangqing Banner cavalry in the northeast.

Although they are not afraid of them, it is always a troublesome thing to be entangled.

Xuan Ming untied the reins and let the snow run away to play.

Walking along the river bank to the northwest, he estimated that he had reached the west of the ancient city of Zhenghan, where an old man was fishing.

Seeing that he closed his eyes and recuperated like Jiang Taigong, and he didn't know whether he came before the Blood Refining Sect passed by, or after passing by, Xuan Ming decided to ask him.

He straightened his clothes and walked from his dismount towards Lao Suo.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, this old man, is poor and polite. Approaching the range of Lao Suo, Xuan Ming made a gesture.

"Hello. Lao Suo's voice did not have the vicissitudes of life as Xuan Ming imagined, it was smooth and light, and Xuan Ming was a little suspicious.

"How long has my uncle been fishing here?"

"Soon, the first opening of the ghost gate came. ”

What does it mean when the door of ghosts is first opened?

The fishing line that was fishing under the broken ice suddenly exploded under the agitation of true qi, and the straight hook carried the broken ice of the river water and pounced on Xuan Ming, making a humanoid giant claw.

I expected that he was not an ordinary person, but just an enemy.

"Are you the means that the Blood Refining Sect has arranged on the northwest bank of the Huamian River?

"Lonely fisherman. ”

Fishing for life, this must be just a code name, just know this, Xuan Ming has no interest in finding out the other party's real name. He held the sword in his hand, and the sword roared without moving.

The lonely fishing man flicked the bamboo rod and slapped it three times on the river surface, and the three human-shaped giant claws composed of broken ice river water, which were the same as when they attacked Xuan Ming, rushed towards Xuan Ming from three directions.

"Sitting and forgetting, selflessness. ”

Xuan Ming's protective body true qi emanated from the inside out, and the three crampons touched the true qi of sitting and forgetting, and fell to the ground with Xuan Ming's gradual retreat.

"Come again!" Xuan Ming said lightly.

The lonely fisherman's wrist flicked, he pulled back the hook and flicked it again, and the translucent fishing line drew a fan shape and circled towards Xuan Ming.

"Huh?"

Xuan Ming leaned back, and the fishing line swept over his face, with a piercing wind of broken hair.

At this moment, three four-legged black fish broke through the mud layer under the snow and opened their mouths full of sharp teeth to bite Xuan Ming.

Xuan Ming, who had already dodged the fishing line, was not in a hurry, and by taking advantage of the sluggishness of forgetting his true qi, he preemptively slashed at the three black fish after the Soul Returning Sword.

The three four-legged black fish, which were only the size of a one-year-old child, each stretched out their forehand to grasp a part of the body of the Xuanming Soul Returning Sword.

The sword qi of the Soul Returning Sword rose suddenly, and with a stabbing sound, a hole was opened at each of the heads of the three fish, Xuan Ming threw the sword to the ground, and the three fish where the black blood had flattened splashed on the ground. There was a corrosive sound on the snow.

The fishing line of the lonely fishing man swung again at this time, and Xuan Ming slashed against the direction of the fishing line.

This fishing line, which could not see the material, did not break under the blade of the Soul Returning Sword, but instead wound up circle by inertia.

In the end, Xuan Ming stood in front of him with his sword and formed a wrestling posture with the lonely fisherman.

"My fishing line is neither gold nor iron, but I can blow my hair and break my hair, and killing people is like chopping melons and vegetables. Taoist, you're not simple. Tell your name!"

"Those who are about to die need not hear my name!"

The sword is bold, and the sword rushes to yin and yang.

Gennaru was off the ground, connected with the sword in a line, and stabbed straight towards the fisherman with the momentum of the unity of the human sword.

The Taixu True Qi was stirring around, and the True Qi was brought into a cone by the tip of the sword, and the sword moves were out, and the edge was revealed!